“I personally believe we developed language because of our deep inner need to complain.” ~Jane Wagner
I think it might very well be the heat. Yes! That’s it! The heat has turned me into a slimy slithering slug that has found itself sticking and holding on for dear life onto a rather precarious surface. The heat! That’s what should’ve been the answer when I announced “I’ve never had an asian/white republican male/hippy looking republican female for a roommate. I wonder what that will be like?” Yup, the heat. Not the fact that I’ve turned into a bigoted slug creeping around getting closer to the edge. Peering down and possibly letting go because of exhaustion.
Yes, the heat. Which is why I just spent much of my time crafting a post as to why there are no fucking forks anywhere in the free world and why I threw out my ONLY fork for the day. And the heat will be to blame when I explain why I’ve just spent the past two hours of my life watching the movie that brought little Shiloh Nouvel to all of our lives. Crap ass move that it is, seeing Adam Brody and Vince Vaughn almost make up for the crap ass acting skills of
So, yes the heat is why I have some serious issues today. I’m going to go cry and/or nap and/or watch Harry Potter now. I do hope you kids are having equally as wonderful (If I’m miserable, everyone should be miserable) days.